Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Grenada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
The Victims,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.